In the Long Run

In the last ten days I’ve solemnly attended two funerals and celebrated a wedding. I’ve romped on the floor with my 17-month old granddaughter, and I’ve marveled at the ultrasound pictures of grandbaby #2. These seemingly disparate experiences have meshed together like the pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope, and have caused me to reflect on life’s fleeting, treasured moments.

Like the poet, I believe that we have come from a divine existence to which we will return. Our lives here are but a moment, and there is much to learn and to accomplish. As I watched The Little Princess learn and acquire new skills in the few short days she was here for a visit, I was amazed and inspired by her. She is curious and inquisitive, determined and eager. I wonder, and also worry, what the future holds for her.

Will I be there to celebrate on her wedding day? Will she send ultrasound pictures of her unborn child to her father, my son? Will she solemnly mourn at a funeral after an unexpected and tragic death? Will she enjoy the playground equipment at the park with her granddaughter?

Most of us have similar pieces of glass in our lives’ kaleidoscopes which represent hallmark events. Births, weddings, and deaths occur in all our lives, but in different patterns and designs. It is comforting to know that the colorful mosaics of our lives, similar, but yet unique for each of us, do not fall haphazardly into place, but are intricate pieces of a divine plan.

Posted by Cyppy at 8:10 PM